When the school calls you three times during the day, and daycare once, you know it’s going to be a long night.
It’s Theo again. His molars, again. These must be some pretty damn big teeth.
Now, I work full-time and I don’t want to sound harsh, or mean, but if Theo figures out that he can have a tantrum each time he doesn’t want to do something, he’d have them all the time. Yes, teething pain sucks but if he’s not medically sick, while he may be uncooperative, there is no reason to send the kid home.
On the other hand when you are sick, do you really want to work?
Of course the answer is no.
So Theo did his best to make it through the day…couple dings on his head and three phone calls later, he finally got home a half-hour early today.
Besides himself in pain my boy could NOT have been happier to see his mommy.
Talk about guilt!
He did his best tonight, but continued to melt down over his molars….and he fell asleep by 8. I certainly hope they appear soon, especially with Thanksgiving this week and the change in his schedule. All I know is, I will be so happy when they do get here, and my Theo can be back to himself.
Until next time…